Ava's POV:

I pulled out my cellphone and dialed Lena's number. We were going to be late if we didn't get to our musical audition for the public theatre club.

My name is Ava. I'm 15 years old, pretty short, and have blonde hair and blue eyes. I live with my mother, who I favor about 90% in looks.

Singing is my hobby, and my best friend Lena enjoys it as well. In fact, we met in our 7th grade chorus class two years ago. Now we're in 9th grade chorus at our private high school here in New York City.

"Lena! Where are you? I've been waiting for 10 minutes! We're going to be late."

"No we're not. I'm about to turn the corner now. Just haul over a taxi and I'll be there in like, 2 seconds." She said through her panting.

I hung up the call and walked over to the curb to see an empty taxi slowly making its way to where I was standing. I started waving my hand in the air to get the driver's attention.

"HEY! Taxi! Over here!"

I looked over to see a guy about my age waving the taxi over to him.

"Oh no you don't!" I shouted, waving my arm and jumping up and down. The taxi didn't know who to go to; him or me.

He finally decided to stop in the middle of us, and motioned for us both to get inside.

He looked at the driver, and then over at me, and shrugged his shoulders. We both headed toward the taxi door, and the boy held the door open for me. I looked around to see where Lena was, but then my phone buzzed.

Go ahead without me I'll meet you there. My mom called me back to my house. See you there.

I sighed and thanked the guy holding the door for me.

He slid in beside me and closed the door.

"Where to?" The driver asked.

I looked over at the boy, and he motioned for me to go first.

"Broadway." I said.

"5th Avenue." The boy said.

"We'll hit 5th Avenue first since it's closer." The driver stated while pulling off into the traffic.

"So, what are you going to Broadway for?" He asked me.

"I'm auditioning for a musical in the public theatre club. What are you going to 5th Avenue for?"

"You're interested in musicals? And I'm just meeting up with my older sister."

I nodded and said, "Oh okay. And yeah, I love to sing. I was waiting for my best friend to come with me, since we're trying out together, but she has to meet me there."

He nodded. "Well, I'm Christian. What's your name?"

"Ava. Pretty simple, huh?" he laughed. "Yeah, that's simple alright."

"This is pretty random, but I'm pretty interested in theatre. And I really don't feel like meeting up with my sister. Would you mind if I came with you? You know, to watch?"

I thought about it. "Sure, you can come. Just tell the driver."

He told the driver not to worry about 5th Avenue. It really wasn't a huge concern since we've been sitting in the same spot for 10 minutes.

"When did you become interested in singing?" Christian asked me.

"I don't know, I've pretty much always been interested. I'm always in chorus at school, and I try my best to try out for musicals. It's good for my resume."

He nodded. "That's cool."

"Yeah, when did you become interested in acting?"

"Not too long ago. At the beginning of the year I think." He smiled, revealing his braces.

I had braces too.

"You have really pretty eyelashes." He said to me, pretending to bat his eyes like a preppy girl. I laughed and said, "Thanks."

"You know, you're pretty funny. I'm sure you'd be a great comedian."

His cheeks turned to a fiery red color. "Thank you."

Christian pulled out his cellphone and handed it to me. The screen was asking for a new contact name and number.

I filled in my name and number and handed it back to him.

"So we can keep in touch." He said, smirking.

I handed him my phone and he did the same, and then handed it back to me.

My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen. I had a new text message from Lena.

I'm so sorry. I can't make the audition! I'm so bummed. Good luck!

I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket.

"What's wrong?" Christian asked.

"It's Lena. My friend. She bailed on me again. This is the second time this week."

"Aw, I'm sorry. She's missing out." He said, placing a hand on my thigh, trying to comfort me.

"I just can't believe I have to audition alone."

"What play are you auditioning for?" He asked.

"High School Musical." I stated, looking over at him and blushing. It was such a girly type of play.

"Really? I could try out with you. What part are you trying out for?"

"Gabriella. Even though I'm not Hispanic in any way, and don't look anything like her." I smiled and looked down at my hands.

"Well acting isn't really about looking the part all that much in musicals. I could try out for that Troy Bolton guy, if that makes you feel any better."

"Really? Would you? That would be awesome!" I exclaimed.

"We're here." The driver stated, his voice flat.

Christian and I looked at each other. "I'll pay. Go ahead." He said.

I smiled. "Thanks so much."

I pushed the door open on my side and walked around the car to the sidewalk and waited for Christian.

"Are you sure you're going to try out with me?" I asked him. "You really don't have to."

"No really, I want to do this. I'll just text my sister and tell her that I'm doing an open audition."

He sent his sister a quick message and then grabbed me by the arm and we ran inside to pick up a script of the scene we had to act out.